No answer.
I called again.
He texted:
Driving. We’ll talk later.
So I sat on a bench outside the hospital entrance with a paper bag containing two electrolyte drinks, my discharge papers, and a blue wristband I had forgotten to remove.
Caleb’s parents were celebrating their fortieth anniversary at a rented cabin in northern Michigan.
It was not a casual family weekend.
Pamela had been planning it since January.
All three adult children were expected Friday night. Saturday included a catered dinner, Sunday morning family photos, and a boat rental if the weather cooperated.
I had organized most of the practical details.
I found the cabin.
Compared catering quotes.
Made the Friday dinner reservation because Pamela hated calling restaurants.
